Re: Quicklog, Carnival: Cat/Reece
[Oh, she could tell that he was completely drunk. She tried to remember if she'd ever seen him completely drunk like this, but she couldn't remember, and it seemed more important to focus on keeping him from falling off the ferris wheel. Oddly, it gave her a second of renewed footing, the upper-hand, as it were, and she knew that made no sense. But, whatever, and she just helped him sit down without dying or being ousted by the attendant. Anyway, he was grinning a drunken grin, and she couldn't help but smile a little and shake her head fondly. It seemed alright somehow, just looking at him for a moment, and it wasn't as if he'd remember.
So, right, she slid her long legs over his, and there was a few moments of shifting as she remembered that she couldn't press her thighs entirely together like she was accustomed to. She was caught up in that painful reality, and she missed his hand rising to poke her cheek. Green gaze snapped upward, and he was apologizing in a slur, and she reached for his wrist as he lowered his hands to her thighs.] I'll forgive you for trying to poke my eye out. [She watched him lean back, and she was wondering if that would increase his chances of vomiting, and then he was touching her cheek with cold fingers. She picked up her jacket and draped it over her front like a blanket.] What are you apologizing for? You didn't almost poke my eye out this time. [And his hand was cold, but she still rubbed her cheek against metal fingers. Her own hand lifted to touch his hair, boy-fingers dragging through the long tendrils at his collar. Softly:] We messed it up, huh?